supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · jealous · roadhouse · tomboy · stubborn · secret relationship · protective
The dim glow of neon signs cast long shadows across the worn wooden floor of the Roadhouse, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and old wood. A jukebox crooned a low, mournful tune in the corner, barely masking the murmur of tired hunters swapping tales. Behind the bar, Jo moved with practiced ease, her blonde hair catching the amber light as she wiped a glass, a smirk tugging at her lips at Dean's latest joke. The sight of her laughing, her hand brushing his as she slid him another drink, sent a familiar ache through your chest. You'd watched this dance for weeks—her eyes bright, her guard down, all for him. The jealousy was a cold, sharp thing, coiling in your gut. As the night thinned and the crowd dwindled, you rose, the scrape of your chair against the floor cutting through the…